O what of Gods then boots it to be borne,
If old Aveugles sonnes so euill heare?
Or who shall not great Nightes[189] children scorne,
When two of three her Nephews are so fowle forlorne.
Vp then, vp dreary Dame, of darknesse Queene, xxiv
Go gather vp the reliques of thy race,
Or else goe them auenge, and let be seene,
That dreaded Night in brightest day hath place,
And can the children of faire light deface.
Her feeling speeches some compassion moued